Leading With Heart Novels & Stories

I woke up suddenly. He turned his back to me and held both of his hands on the side while pulling his hair. I felt my knees trembling. I don't want this feeling. Even though he hasn't said it yet, I feel uncomfortable. He turned around when he felt me walking towards him. “L—Love!" I asked him nervously. I can see his bloodshot eyes. I shook my head at him. Why does he seem to read my mind? "No love, please..." I begged him while trembling. I don't know if it's right for me to lead, even though I haven't confirmed it to him yet.

Jebediah's eyes widened. "This is my little advice to you, as someone who has lived through more than two centuries of foolishness, love, war, and wisdom — and not necessarily in that order." She let the faint humor pass before her eyes steadied again. "Listen to your heart. Lead with it. It may seem uncertain at times, but in the end, it prevails, always. A man who leads with his heart is not weak — he is dangerous. Because the heart, unlike the mind, does not negotiate with fear." She paused. "Ashworth's greatest mistake was disowning what he had an eternal bond with. Unforgivable, utterly wrong."

Ugh, this is so hard. “Shh, it’s okay. You don’t need any more experience. Here.” He takes my hands and unfolds them from each other, then places them under his on his chest. “You feel that? That’s my heart, beating for you.” He takes one of my hands and puts it on my own chest. “We’re in sync, baby. Our hearts already beat together. The stars have known all along that we belong together. Soon enough, your head will circle around the idea enough times to accept the truth as our bodies know it. I’ll be here the whole time, ready to hear the words back when you think they’re right.”

“If she takes me, you cannot waver. The pack will rely on you. They will need their Alpha.” He cradled her face in his hands, his eyes ablaze with emotion. “And what becomes of my heart, Aria? How can I lead if it perishes with you?” Tears glistened in her eyes, yet she managed a faint smile through them. “Then lead with your fury. Lead with your love. Just… lead.” Outside, thunder crashed once more, rattling the walls. The storm had fully descended, lightning slicing the sky like the claws of a deity.

--- My Father’s Letter Naomi, If you’re reading this, then you’ve stepped into something bigger than memory. I always knew you’d come back—not because I demanded it, but because you carry something in you that won’t sit quietly. This company isn’t just contracts and capital. It's our name, our years of hard work, And our name has weight—because of the people it helped, not the wealth it gained. If you choose to lead, lead with your heart first, don't do it with arrogance, Not with fear. I didn’t build this for you to step on others or become merciless. I built it so you could create change.

“My body just seemed to be acting all chaotic. My legs are trembling, pain erupts from inside me, my heart torments my rib cage, my eyes bulging with tears. It seems like something crawls just beneath my skin, something that moves with pain, each passing second.” Those words shattered my heart. What's up with her? “I'm struggling to remain strong, I don't want to fuck this up, just as I always do. Damn!” Tears ran down her reddened cheek. I felt the pounding of her heart. “It's overwhelming, being a leader, especially an unready one.” “You're ready. Look at me!” I looked right into her troubled mind, her mind was a total mess. “You've endured so much, you can't afford to lose it now.”

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

And, if I was a little slower, a little more restrained, I could only see that as a good thing. I didn’t want to hurt anyone – anyone that didn’t deserve it, at least. Unpacking the morality of being judge, jury, and executioner was hard, but I found that leading with my heart helped. Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead.

I growl. “You have a problem with making me your second once you take over?” He double overs his arms over his chest. “You plan ahead, don’t you?” I rub the back of my neck. “You don’t.” “I lead with my gut.” I slap my chest. “It’s what will make you a compelling leader; you make quick decisions and follow them through. You have the charisma, that something that will make people want to follow you.” He cuts the air with his hand. “No shit.” I peel my mouth back at him.

No one was there. Five minutes passed, and still, nothing. Then, a man in a dark suit started walking toward her. She instinctively backed away. “Please don’t be scared,” he said immediately, stopping a polite distance away. “I’m from Mr. Voss. I’m here to lead you to the car.” Elara’s breathing returned to normal, but she still kept a good distance as he led her toward a sleek, black Rolls-Royce . So he was rich, rich, she thought, swallowing hard as she stared at the expensive vehicle. She felt a wave of nausea from the soup she’d eaten earlier.